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SCENE II.
VELORA,(alone.)
O! my Sylveyra, thou alone on earth
Art now the guardian of forlorn Velora;
And thou art doomed to bonds: perchance to fall
In the dark dungeon by the secret stab
Of base assassination: what is left
For me, disconsolate and wretched captive,
But in this solitude to sit and weep
My unexampled wrongs, and fatal love?
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